Celia decides to belly up to the bar and place a friendly wager while she waits. Although… is that really battleship degreaser he’s serving her? ~Mace Direct purchases, Patreon and commissions pay for this joint, so please consider helping out!
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Celia finally finds something that can affect her. Too bad it’s starship antimatter degreaser… Don’t worry. This fuckery only goes on for about one more page. ~Mace PATREON, DISCORD AND SUCH.